wisteria_kiss
Cleo didn't want to live.
He did anyway. Or rather, he came back.
His heart had stopped, his blood had flowed, life itself had ebbed away from him.
But he lived. He was brought back. Forced back.
To tears and steel.
To disappointment and disapproval.
There was but one person happy to see him alive.
And so he was hugged, then tugged away to the country side to live a new life.
He died.
He lived.
And so he is reborn.
Let the renascence begin.